“Breathes there a man with soul so dead as never to himself hath said, this is my own, my native land.”
Much as globalists try to suppress it, they cannot extinguish the flame of patriotism – of love of country — that burns in the hearts of ordinary people.
When President Trump declared at a rally during the campaign: “You know what I am, I’m a nationalist. Use that word,” the crowd went wild with chants of “USA,” “USA.” The media went wild too, with accusations of racism (“Does he mean white, nationalism”?) and xenophobia (“He hates foreigners!”)
Not at all. He was speaking of love of country – of understanding the uniqueness of your home, your native land, of a willingness to sacrifice and – if need be – to die for her.
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We saw this in the streets of Tijuana, with signs that said “Mexico First,” “Long Live Mexico,” “No to the invasion,” and “Trump was right.” It was aimed at invaders, who spoke their language and, to a large extent, shared their racial identity.
But they weren’t Mexicans. And for people who are proud of their heritage, that’s a huge difference.
These are difficult times for globalists. In the UK, voters opted to exit the EU – despite having been told by the leaders of both parties that they’re no longer, British. They’re now Europeans, which is infinitely better. (“Heil Brussels?”) Englishmen and women asked, did we go through two world wars, survive the blitz and suffer millions of casualties for this .. so Euro -crats could tell us the size of our tea kettles? Winston Churchill, by the way, was the quintessential British nationalist.
On the Continent, it’s the same thing. The establishment trembles at what it calls the rise of “far right” parties, whose message seems to be: Why should we let you in to rape our women, import your ancient grudges, attack our cops, create your enclaves (no-go zones), and spit in our faces?
Thursday is Thanksgiving, the beginnings of our national saga. The Pilgrims came from England. Even before our Independence, others came from Germany, France and Holland. In the 19th century, they were followed by Irish, Italians, Poles, Jews and those brought to these shores from Africa.
Today, we are all Americans. Our hearts swell with pride when we glimpse our flag.
America is unique. There’s no racial definition of an American. There’s no Church of America. (Thank God!) Americanism is a matter of belief, not blood. It’s in the heart, not on the skin.
Nationalism is nothing to be ashamed of. Mexicans protesting in the streets of Tijuana understand this – so do Americans who want to secure our borders with a wall, Brits who voted for Brexit and Europeans who want to limit the influx of the really alien.
This soul-dead elites will never understand.
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